| Play with her body like I do my guitar
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| Play with her body like I do my guitar
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| (Megan Ryte)
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| Play with her body like I do my guitar
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| She a work of art, I add her to my collage
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| Girl you so hot you got me seeing mirages
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| No competition girl, you know you’re the hottest
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| Mirages, mirages, seeing mirages, seeing mirages
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| Mirages, mirages, seeing mirages, seeing mirages
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| I play with her body like I do my guitar
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| Left my heart in the trenches it been scarred
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| Different color cars
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| Someone told me love is war
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| I’m in trouble
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| Her feedback sound like rock n roll, ey
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| On the motor polonia we switchin lanes
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| We on the purple, watchin it rain
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| Be careful how I rush in, its roulette
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| And now we kissin like the french tonight
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| She told me love her like Maria, Maria
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| So now I’m pulling strings like I’m Carlos Santana
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| Play with her body like I do my guitar
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| She a work of art, I add her to my collage
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| Girl you so hot you got me seeing mirages
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| No competition girl, you know you’re the hottest
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| Mirages, mirages, seeing mirages, seeing mirages
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| Mirages, mirages, seeing mirages, seeing mirages |